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Ginny woke up the next morning trying to figure out why she had been so angry last night. And then Ron's face swam into her mind. She groaned and got up.
"You all right?" said Rose.
Ginny peered out through the gap between the hangings to see Rose and Leila already dressed.
"C'mon, you're late," said Leila. "Class starts in half an hour. We brought up some toast and got your books ready."
"Thanks guys," said Ginny. She got dressed and ate her breakfast quickly. Grabbing her books, she walked with Leila and Rose out of the dormitory. Colin joined them at the common room, kissed Leila on the cheek and the four of them headed for Snape's dungeon.
"Ginny!" called a voice and Ginny spun round. Dean was running towards her.
"Hey," said Ginny, though not in her usual pleasant tone.
"H-how are you?" said Dean.
"Fine, and I'm late for class, so excuse me," said Ginny indifferently. She ran up to join her friends.
"What's up with you?" said Rose. Ginny explained about what happened last night.
"But that doesn't explain why you're angry with him," said Leila.
"Yeah, I know," said Ginny. Why was she so angry with Dean? Hadn't she agreed with herself that she should cut him some slack?
"Get out of the way!" barked Ron, pushing passed Ginny.
"Sorry, Mr Very Important Wizard!" shouted Ginny.
Ron had been very obnoxious to both Ginny and Dean since the previous night. When he wasn't ignoring Dean and Ginny, he was shouting at them. And, from what Ginny had heard, he wasn't treating Hermione too well either. He wasn't acting too friendly to anyone other than Harry, in fact, especially the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
"You shut up and leave her alone!" shouted Peakes after Ron had shouted himself hoarse at Demelza one Quidditch practice.
"ENOUGH!" shouted Harry.
Darn! Could've Bat Bogeyed Ron if Harry hadn't butted in. Oh, practice is over, good.
The Chasers and Beaters went up to the common room together. Ginny, whose relationship with Dean was now perfectly fine, started accusing Ron.
"He is honestly the worst Keeper I've ever seen," she said as they took seats in a corner secluded from most of the hustle and bustle; everyone was in their usual pre-match mood. Everyone, that is, that hadn't seen Ron play.
"How could Harry have let him on the team," wailed Demelza through sobs. They all glanced at Ron, who was sitting with Harry.
"C'mon, you can't blame Harry, it's coz of Ron," said Ginny. She swore she saw Dean glance at her suspiciously. "If he hadn't been so nervous, and worried about such little things, and been so mean…"
"Yeah, I mean, Demelza was great today," said Peakes. Demelza smiled weakly.
"I'm going to bed, and pray that we'll win tomorrow!" said Demelza. She headed off to her dormitory.
"We might go up too," said Peakes and Coote. They headed off to their dormitories.
"Look, Dean, I'm really sorry about before," said Ginny.
"Don't worry about it," said Dean, smiling weakly. "Goodnight." He kissed Ginny and went up to his dormitory.
The next day, Ginny woke Rose and Leila, as well as Renee and Kathy, nice and early.
"C'mon guys, Quidditch today!" she called, standing on her bed and looking around at everyone else; they stared back groggily. "C'mon, get up!"
She went around and made sure that each got out of their beds.
When Ginny walked down to the common room with the rest of the girls in her dormitory some fifteen minutes later, she met Dean.
"Hey handsome," said Ginny, kissing him on the cheek.
"You ready for today?" said Dean.
"Sure am."
After breakfast, Ginny headed down to the changing room with Demelza, Dean having stayed behind with Seamus.
By the time Dean had come down, Ginny had finished changing and was redoing her hair.
Ginny peeped around and looked at the Slytherin team, huddled to the side of the pitch. The tall, blonde figure of Draco Malfoy was absent, replaced by Harper, a boy in Ginny's year. Smiling, Ginny took in the rest of the team. Vaisey, Slytherin's best goal scorer wasn't there either.
"What happened to Vaisey and Malfoy?" asked Ginny, turning to Dean and Demelza as Peakes and Coote entered the changing room.
"Dunno 'bout Malfoy, but Vaisey took a Bludger in the head yesterday," said Peakes, poking his head through his robes. "The idiot, honestly. But that's great for us!"
"We'll go and take a look at the pitch," said Dean. He kissed Ginny and walked out with Peakes and Coote.
Ron and Harry arrived some five minutes later.
"Conditions look ideal," said Ginny to Harry, completely ignoring Ron. "And guess what? That Slytherin Chaser Vaisey – he took a Bludger in the head yesterday during their practice, and he's too sore to play! And even better than that – Malfoy's gone off sick too!"
"What?" said Harry, turning around to stare at Ginny. "He's ill? What's wrong with him?"
"No idea, but it's great for us," said Ginny cheerfully. "They're playing Harper instead; he's in my year and he's an idiot."
Harry smiled weakly as Ginny and Demelza went out of the change rooms and onto the pitch.
Ginny looked around. One end of the stadium was filled with red and gold; the other green and silver.
"Mount your brooms," Ginny heard Madam Hooch say. She mounted her brooms and readied herself
"Three…two…one….'
"That was awesome how you crashed into Smith!" said Dean.
"Thanks," said Ginny. Dean went out of the jubilant changing room to talk to Seamus. When he came back, he was happier than before.
"Party up at the common room, Seamus said!" he yelled. "C'mon, Ginny, Demelza!"
Ginny went up with Demelza and Dean to the common room. When they got there, everyone cheered and hands pulled them into the common room. Ginny kissed Dean, went up to put away her broom and got Arnold out and put him on her shoulder.
When she returned, Ron had arrived and was talking to Lavender. Smirking, Ginny walked over to Dean, who was standing next to Seamus with a glass of Butterbeer in his hand.
"I reckon the Tornadoes will win," Dean was saying when Ginny arrived, throwing his free arm around her.
"No way, Puddlemere United is gonna win this year; they've got Wood and that new Chaser Farrington," said Seamus.
"You guys are crazy," said Ginny, grabbing some Butterbeer off a nearby table, "the Chudley Cannons are going to win."
"They were seventh last year, come of it!" said Dean as Ginny saw, out of the corner of her eye, Harry walking away from a group of girls. She whipped her eyes around to Ron and Lavender, who now had their lips glued together. Smirking, Ginny kissed Dean and walked over to Harry.
"Looking for Ron," she asked when he reached him, a mewing sound telling her that Crookshanks was following her and Arnold. "He's over there, the filthy hypocrite." Ginny indicated the corner where Ron and Lavender were. "It looks like he's eating his face, doesn't it?" said Ginny dispassionately. "But I suppose he's got to refine his technique somehow. Good game, Harry."
Ginny patted Harry on the arm and walked over to get herself more Butterbeer.
"But he's so thick, it's so obvious Hermione likes him," she said, turning around. But Harry had gone. Ginny sighed. Harry didn't have time for her, and, considering that Harry would probably be busy trying to get Hermione and Ron to talk because Hermione would be angry at Ron for kissing Lavender, he would have even less.
Ginny walked over to Rose and Leila.
"Good game," said Rose, "though I don't see why we had to get up so early."
"Oh shut up," said Ginny, smiling. She stared at Dean in an odd sort of way.
"Are you sure you love him?" Leila asked.
"Of course I love Ha- Dean," said Ginny, blushing.
"Oh, we all know you like Harry," said Rose.
"No I don't," said Ginny, blushing even harder.
"Yeah, you're right, you love him!" said Leila.
"Okay, fine, maybe I kind of, sort of, like Harry," said Ginny. "But it'll never happen," she went on quickly, "I mean, he's my brother's best friend. He's too thick to see that Ron wants it to be like that, he'll be worrying what he thinks."
And then Ginny realised something: it was unlikely that Harry would ever be hers. In between saving the wizarding world and being friends with Ron, he'd have no time for Ginny, unless it was her he was saving.
Dear Diary,
I guess Harry and me will never be. He does not return his feelings for me and if he did, there's always Ron. Harry wouldn't take me over Ron, he's too thick to realise Ron thinks he's the only one who won't 'hurt' me.
Ginevra Weasley
